[ the necklace is cool against her skin, found again and locked around her neck - she remembers nothing for the second, third night; a terrible blank for the first, second week, and the third
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damon hears her coming long before she gets to the door. he hears her car first from stefan's bedroom, lying on stefan's bed and flipping idly though stefan's diary. at the window, he sees her slam the door shut, watches her move up the walkway to the door like a woman on a mission, and damon's first thought is, i wonder what stefan's done to piss her off now.
by the time she rings the doorbell, damon's already at the door, stefan's diary tucked under one arm. he opens the door, squinting against the bright sun as he peers down at her. she looks almost angelic with the soft backlight behind her, brown hair shimmering, and as tempted as damon is to reach out and touch her, he doesn't. ]
Miss Gilbert, what a pleasant, unexpected surprise. [ he leans against the doorframe. ] Sorry you came all this way, though; Stefan's not here.
[ her eyes narrow when he answers, the split second realization that she's made a really, really big mistake by not getting the hell out of here fast enough. but she recovers quickly enough, draws herself up to her full height - even if she's at least more than half a head shorter than him with her best efforts.
but still, she refuses to let that keep her down. and really, she's had quite enough of those smartass remarks, as if what had happened two months ago had not, as if she had not seen the look in his eyes --
jackass.
-- she hisses quietly under her breath, then steps forward, pushes the door open recklessly and steps inside. unlike the vampire brothers, she didn't need an invite to get in. ]
That's fine. [ she says shortly. since she's here, she might as well, right? ] I'm here to talk to you.
damon steps aside when elena moves forward, sweeping one hand toward the grand hallway as a melodramatic way of welcoming her into his humble abode as she brushes past. but he's interested now -- it's not often that elena has anything (positive) to say to him, so he shuts the door with one foot and follows closely at her heels, tossing stefan's diary aside. ]
Should I break out the pillows and marshmallows? We could have a sleepover.
[ Elena frowns at him, thinking to chide him because -- well, that's Stefan's diary and why would he even -- but then again, she knows him enough to be aware of the fact that he wouldn't give a crap.
Her fingers drift over the pendant briefly, the cool metal of it giving her strength as she stops suddenly in the middle of the room, her eyes dark, but not angry.
She's determined, she's nervous, she's everything all at once, and she takes a deep breath to calm her nerves, her gaze steady. ]
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damon hears her coming long before she gets to the door. he hears her car first from stefan's bedroom, lying on stefan's bed and flipping idly though stefan's diary. at the window, he sees her slam the door shut, watches her move up the walkway to the door like a woman on a mission, and damon's first thought is, i wonder what stefan's done to piss her off now.
by the time she rings the doorbell, damon's already at the door, stefan's diary tucked under one arm. he opens the door, squinting against the bright sun as he peers down at her. she looks almost angelic with the soft backlight behind her, brown hair shimmering, and as tempted as damon is to reach out and touch her, he doesn't. ]
Miss Gilbert, what a pleasant, unexpected surprise. [ he leans against the doorframe. ] Sorry you came all this way, though; Stefan's not here.
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but still, she refuses to let that keep her down. and really, she's had quite enough of those smartass remarks, as if what had happened two months ago had not, as if she had not seen the look in his eyes --
jackass.
-- she hisses quietly under her breath, then steps forward, pushes the door open recklessly and steps inside. unlike the vampire brothers, she didn't need an invite to get in. ]
That's fine. [ she says shortly. since she's here, she might as well, right? ] I'm here to talk to you.
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damon steps aside when elena moves forward, sweeping one hand toward the grand hallway as a melodramatic way of welcoming her into his humble abode as she brushes past. but he's interested now -- it's not often that elena has anything (positive) to say to him, so he shuts the door with one foot and follows closely at her heels, tossing stefan's diary aside. ]
Should I break out the pillows and marshmallows? We could have a sleepover.
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Her fingers drift over the pendant briefly, the cool metal of it giving her strength as she stops suddenly in the middle of the room, her eyes dark, but not angry.
She's determined, she's nervous, she's everything all at once, and she takes a deep breath to calm her nerves, her gaze steady. ]
I remember.
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